A/N:

All characters belong to Konami Takeshi sensei

Seigaku has been changed from a middle school to a high school cos I can't imagine stuff like this happening to kids 13-15 years old…

Scenes may be a little confusing cos I wrote each part corresponding to a specific part of the lyrics

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I'm living again

Awake and alive

I'm dying to breathe

In these abundant skies

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"Tezuka, I did not think that I would see you here." Atobe gave the bespectacled man, who had been his rival for so many years, a disdainful glance. "Are you here on a social visit or something?"

"Ah, Atobe. It's good to see you too. I am actually a freshman of the department of Psychology and Sports Studies. Are you here to visit a friend? Maybe I can show you the way. It's a pretty big campus. You might get lost." Tezuka replied, seemingly to not have understood Atobe's jibe though his reply appeared to the contrary. Tezuka's genteel mannerisms always confused others as to if he was being sarcastic to them.

"Ore-sama is also a student at Münster University. So thanks for your offer but it's totally unnecessary. I did not know that you spoke German well enough to study here though."

A small shrug. "I picked the language up when I came here to treat my injuries. How have you been doing? I heard that you totally disappeared after the Nationals. "

"After Hyotei's defeat in the Nationals, I turned to concentrate on my applications for the university. Because of my good grades I graduated early and came over half a year ahead of the cohort." Ore-sama no bigi ni yoi na ka? (Are you awed by my prowess yet? ) Atobe had not forgiven Tezuka for leading Seigaku to victory in their final year; a feat that he had not been able to been able to accomplish in his years as Hyotei's buchou. It was unacceptable. And for Tezuka to be studying in the same school as now!

How did Tezuka manage to get the grades required to qualify for entry? Even Atobe himself had to cram for the entrance exams as the dean was adamant for him to prove his worth and not rely on the generous endowment Atobe's father had donated to the school prior to the intake.

"So desu. Perhaps I will see you around then. I'm running late for tennis practice. Ja ne." Tezuka showed no signs of the admiration Atobe was looking for, much to Atobe's disappointment, as he jogged off in the opposite direction Atobe was headed for.

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It hurt to see Tezuka again. It brought back memories of when they were both studying in Münster University in Germany. Atobe had been taking the Business Administration course while Tezuka had been enrolled in the department of Psychology and Sports Studies. In addition to being one of the few Japanese on campus, they were also in the tennis club. As a result, they ran into each other often despite pursuing different degrees.

Atobe stared at his reflection in the tinted glass at the 85th storey of Atobe Multinational's corporate office. He took in his classical features; the beautifully arched eyebrows, the dark blue eyes perfectly set apart, the high bridge of his nose and his thick black hair which he had slicked back to further enhance his beauty. Just what was wrong with him? He was the perfect man; he had it all - looks, money, intelligence and the capability to love. Why was Tezuka not able to see what he was throwing away?

Throughout their high school days, Yuushi had always snarkily commented that Atobe was too overly focused on his rivalry with Tezuka. "You're acting like a rabid fangirl whenever you are around Tezuka. You know what they always say: Hate is the opposite of Love. The two entities are only a thin line apart. Perhaps you have already crossed that line unknowingly."

However, Atobe had constantly dismissed the comments as one of Yuushi's way of getting into his head, and paid no heed to the words. It was not until he had bumped into Tezuka in Münster (of all the countries and universities in the world, why did Tezuka have to choose Germany and Münster?!) did Yuushi's words begin to run circles in his mind again. It had been those words which had sent him down that fateful path which should have never been walked with Tezuka. If only Yuushi knew that. Who would be having the last laugh now?

The sudden sound of vibration broke Atobe out of his reverie. "Yuushi" appeared on the illuminated caller display.

"You're finally back in town? … No,it's fine. I have no engagements for the evening. I'm still in the office but you should just head for the apartment. I'll meet you there directly. I do not care to be surrounded by your fanatic fans again. See you later," said the man who had been famed for having legions of fans ever since he was 10 years old. Even now, as the youngest CEO of a Fortune 500 company in Japan with his face plastered all over international magazines such as Time, BusinessWeek and also Vogue, he was easily one of the most recognizable Japanese in the world.

Atobe hung up and took a final glance at the twinkling display of lights from the surrounding buildings and the Tokyo Tower. It was a beautiful sight as was expected for the office of a man of his success. Though he had never paid attention to the scenery before, looking at it brought an unexpected pang of wistfulness twisted with regret tonight.

If only it was Tezuka, he was returning home to.